#ler!engineer

U can slip atsuka too if she isn't scared of kiwi's

Engineer: How lovely!

Atsuka: Nee, nee! He’s teach… ahem, I mean Dell. What’s that noise you’ve got there?

Engineer: Oh, I’m just playing with a kiwi.

Atsuka: Dell… Have you been experimenting with the teleport again? Wasn’t the bread incident enough?..

Engineer: Nooo, it’s just a kind of bird.

I'm really embarrassed to post this, but I'm here to overcome my embarrassment, so here's what I came up with, I really like this script, so much so that I decided to animate it:D

Summary: After the BLU Spy's head being in RED Medic's possession for a while it finally gets reattached to the rest of his body. Engineer desperately wants to shower his put-back-together boyfriend's neck with love. In the form of tickles

Word count: ~1800

Both Scout and Demo are lying on their backs, their shirts rolled up while their tickler hmmmmmmmm perhaps Heavy or Engineer is sitting between them and giving them both gentle tummy tickles, relishing in their delighted giggles and light squirms and and neither Demo nor Scout are trying to hide how much they're enjoying it because that ler already knows that anyway and-

you get what I mean

"ain't you two just the cutest?" Engineer beams broadly at Scout and Demo as he spiders the fingers of both hands over both of their bellies at once. Demo has been delegated the robotic hand, if solely because he can take more without tapping out.

"can it, hardhat!" Scout manages through a bout of breathless giggles, heels digging into the floor. he'd been expecting for Engineer to retaliate for this remark, but instead feels the man's fingers slow to a stop, much to his disappointment. beside him, Demo is still getting the full extent of Engineer's wrath, although he's enjoying it far too much to really call it that.

"you wantin' me to stop, stringbean?" Engineer asks calmly, knowing full well that Scout will have to struggle to choke down his pride to admit what he wants. the smile on his face is warm and easy, practically glowing with affection.

"what?" Scout sits up, looking utterly betrayed. this is not how it's supposed to work, he's not supposed to have to ask for it. he's not even sure he can. his cheeks, already pink, burn a little warmer. "c'mon, man, don't..." but he trails off, not able to bring himself to say it.

"don't what?" Engineer prompts patiently. the gunslinger slides down, thumb drilling into the spot just above Demo's hip bone, which draws a delightful cackle from the man. "don't tickle you? because I'm not, hoss, so what's there to complain about?"

Scout is going to strangle this guy. he takes a breath. steadies himself. prepares to say it.

says it in his head and gets too embarrassed to continue.

"of all the times in your life you choose not to talk," says Engineer with a mock-lamentful shake of his head. "that's fine. Demo here seems more than happy to receive all my attention."

"oh, screw you!" Scout sputters, watching the demolitions expert writhe on the ground. it's not fair that Demo gets to have all the fun, but Scout isn't sure he can even bring himself to ask for the same treatment. Engineer decides to offer some help.

he reaches over with his organic hand, wiggling his fingers against Scout's side. his teammate lets out the most ridiculous squeak, bracing himself so as not to instinctively recoil. "I'm gettin' the feeling..." the Texan drawls, letting the gunslinger vibrate against Demo's hip. "that maybe you didn't want me to stop, is that right?" the Scot howls with laughter, rolling onto his side to block access to his hip but quickly resuming his earlier position on his back.

Scout can't keep the hopeful look off of his face. poor fella, Engineer thinks with a chuckle. he really is an open book. "answer the question," he prompts, mechanical hand returning to Demo's belly. "is that right? you didn't want me to stop?"

Scout gives the briefest nod of his head possible, resisting the urge to try and crawl under the carpet. Demo pipes up, voice higher pitched than usual through his laughter. "d'aww, ya like it then, lad?"

"you're one to talk, ya drunken-" whatever creative insult Scout had queued up is lost to a surprised burst of giggles as Engineer reaches over and starts to scratch ever so lightly at his belly. he lets out a sigh of feigned resignation, as if his hand has been forced rather than him doing this of his own free will just because he likes to watch his teammates giggle themselves to pieces. he scribbles his fingers against Scout's stomach and the mercenary collapses onto the floor, not able to restrain his laughter for the life of him.

Engineer happily took another sip from his cup of coffee. To be frank, it was more of a dessert than a beverage, considering the ammount of sugar and creamer crammed into it. Still, it was nice. The evening sun managed to slip a few of it's warm rays through the old, jankety blinds, installed in Dell's workshop. Sure, it was nice but it was not enough to drag Engie out of his nerdy cavern. The fun-sized man took a quick glance at the clock standing on the flat top of one of his machines. It was currently half past six in the afternoon, so not quite as late as he thought it was. Dell gulped down the remains of his coffee and hid the stained cup on one of the cupboards, he would wash it lately (or not). Just as he contemplated making another one, there came a tapping at the door.

- Come on in ! It's open ! - Engie cried out to whoever was on the other side. - Hallo, mein freund ! - the mighty familiar voice rang in Engineer's ears.

Medic stepped through the door's frame. His face was beaming with vigour and excitement, it was quite palpable. The german approached the texan with a pep in his step.

- I heard you needed me for something. Vhat unholy experiment did you come up this time ? - he asked.

Engie let out a light chortle.

- You don't have to be such a grump about it , doc. - Not a grump, just honest. - Medic corrected. - So , vat are you up to ?

The texan reached into a drawer and drummed up his trusty goggles. Shit was about to get serious.

- You see, lil' old me has some inventions to test out and I need a volunteer. - Dell stated calmly. - As a man of science yourself , I think you get that , y'know ? - Heh. I am flattered. - Herbert took a second to clean his glasses lenses.

Engineer's words sparked interest in Medic. His body craved some stimulation so he hoped, that it was going to be physical. The little man rolled out a sheet of paper, which turned out to be a blueprint. The scarce words were written in such a small font, that Medic had trouble reading them even with his glasses.

- How about you stay here for a sec and I fetch the equipment ? - Engie pointed to the door to a small room inside of his workshop. - It'll only be a sec. - You are making me excited , mein freund. Go ahead. - Medic gave him a sharp , toothy smile.

With that being said, Dell left. He came back quite quick with something resembling a collar or a belt of sorts.

- Ooh ! Interesting - Herbert thought , a small smile crept up onto his face ; this time it wasn't as toothy. - Just put that on , doc. - the slightly mad scientist asked his coworker.

Medic simply obliged. The contraption clasped tightly around his waist but not in an unpleasant way. He tapped the sizable twinkling light.

- Vat does that invention do , exactly ? - he asked the question curiously. - Not anything that you won't enjoy , I promise you. - Engie gave him a playful nudge and a wink. - All that I want you to do , is relate to me what you're feeling , alrighty ? - Ja ! - the doctor quickly shook off his uneasyness and relaxed his muscles.

Shortly after, Medic heard a quiet BEEP. At first he could barely feel anything but *boy howdy* was he in for a ride.

Soon enough , Herbert could feel light tingling spreading across his midsection.

- H-Huh ? - he shivered slightly. - So ? - Engineer asked softly. - I-It's tingly. - his subject giggled shakily. - Oh ! Great. - Dell mumbled , seemingly thinking hard and taking some simple notes.

Next , Engineer turned the winder on his RCD.

- How about no- - ( HihiHOHOHOHOHO ! ) - Doctor squealed loudly , clawing at his stomach slightly. - Jeez , Herb. That's only the lower setting. - Dell held back a laugh honestly amused by Doktor's reactions. - ( Wahahaha ?! ) ( LaHAHAhay ihit ohohon meHEHEhe then ! ) - Got ya ! - Engineer answered and gladly turned the winder further.

As the sensation changed from less to more intense , Medic became more and more red on the face. It felt like a sentient feather duster crawling all over his stomach. Needless to say , it was unbearable. (but not for Medic).

- ( HOHOHOHO-HA ! ) (SNORT) (EHEHENGIEHIHIHE !) (SQUEAL) - Yes ? Come on , Doc. We only have one more to go. I know you can do it , you crazed pain-lover. - Engie laughed along with his friend. - Get ready,

Medic only managed to squeak before having his belly and sides "assaulted". Engineer pretended to be surprised when Medic's laughter fell silent. He was clearly wrangled out like a rag. Engie laughed under his breath. He clicked his pen , having taken all of the notes he wanted , and grabbed the remote. The machine stopped gradually.

- You alright , Medic ? - the texan scientist approached Ludwig , who shakily got up from the floor. - *Eeuugh !* I don't know. That was ... evil. - Medic brushed the hair , that stuck to his sweaty forehead. - Didn't want me to stop for even a second if I remember correctly. Didn't hear a STOP during all that. - Engineer nudged his friend.

Medic's shameless smile spoke volumes.

-Want me to call you up for further testing ? - ... Ja !

Atsuka: Let me help.

Engineer: I’m not that old yet, but thanks.

Engineer: Good girl. Pff, hahaha.

Atsuka: Dell, are you okay?

Engineer: Yeah, it’s just a little ticklish. But that won’t stop me from praising you.

Atsuka: Listen… maybe I should chop off my hand too? The one with the tattoo…

Engineer: What are you talking about? You’ve got a good hand. Okay, I’m an old geezer—I did it purely for the experiment. Why would you want to do that?

Atsuka: In short, it’s my curse… Back in my youth, I got involved with the Yakuza, and because of me… my family had to flee the country. This tattoo is a bitter reminder of my stupidity.

Engineer: Hey, if it really bothers you, we’ll chop it off, sure. The medic will help, and I’ll make you a prosthetic. But think it over really well first, okay?

Engineer: And don’t zone out for now!! We’ve still got work to do.

*Atsuka laughs.*